Baby, sometimes I feel like dying. Driving while I'm closing my eyes. Movin' in and out of hiding. Trying to catch some truth in my life. Watching your stars and your moonlight.
Right at the front door I recognised the perfume. The scent was perfect in the dusk by the moon. There must be many ways to ask her to my room. Why didn't I dare?.
Board a plane to Kathmandu. Talk to indians in Peru. Find out how the fire went. Was it all an accident?. Trace a modern voodoo chile. maybe Jimi's still alive.